The alarm disturbs
Our treasured sleep
And we hit snooze
Until it’s too late
To participate.
How frustrating it must be
For Him to witness
Our apathy.

He worked for 
Three hard, long years
To teach us how to live. 
He fed the hungry,
Encouraged the meek,
Healed the sick,
Lifted the broken,
Ate with the sinners,
And raised the dead.

Teaching the unteachable,
Forgiving the unforgiveable,
Loving the unlovable,
Blessing the unblessable,
Healing the unhealable
He set the bar
For how we should live life.

He prayed, sang hymns
Praised and worshipped.
And just when we thought
He had given all that He could give,
He continued to feed us.

He explained with patience
And compassion.
He stood toe to toe
With Satan
And beat back his minions
And refused to compromise
His values and His integrity.


He washed our feet.
And although He was our master
He welcomed us to His table,
Serving and annointing us,
Bread of His body,
Wine of His blood.
He understood His purpose
And He embraced it.

He was beaten, broken, pierced,
Mocked and ridiculed.
He forgave his tormenters. 
He was nailed to a tree
Suffocated, pierced, and bled.
And then He died
The death of a common criminal,
A sacrifice for all.

He was buried in a borrowed tomb.
He rose from the dead
After three days
And became the stalwart bridge
Between us and our Creator.
How frustrating it must be
For Him to witness
That we can so casually
Hit the snooze button on life
When there is so much
Still to be done.




Rev Walt